Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.